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Finding My Way Back (Emma’s Journal)

Finding My Way Back (Emma’s Journal)

It’s been years since I last wrote.

Three to be exact.

I stopped writing one year after I started dating him.

I didn’t really know why I stopped back then but I did.

I didn’t want to admit to myself that I thought he would find my journals and think they were silly.

Too young for a late twenties girl.

It didn’t occur to me at the time that he made me feel ashamed a lot of the time.

I realize that now.

I just couldn’t see it then.

Looking back, I can finally see it.

I wasn’t just writing less.

I was becoming less… me.

Now, I question everything.

I overthink everything.

I worry I’m annoying.

I worry I’m being childish.

I’m terrified I will offend someone.

I never used to be this way.

I might’ve been a little on the shy side, but I was confident in most things.

School.

Work.

I wasn’t a socialite like my sister Molly, but I was a people person for the most part.

Since the breakup six months ago, I’ve kept to myself more.

I’ve definitely not dated.

No interest there.

It’s hard to trust my own instincts now.

I second-guess everything I say.

Even when someone is kind to me, part of me wonders if I’ve somehow done something wrong.

The strange thing is…

I didn’t notice any of it while I was living it.

Change like that doesn’t happen overnight.

It happens one comment at a time.

One small doubt at a time.

One moment where you decide it’s easier to stay quiet than explain yourself.

Before you know it, you’ve become someone you don’t recognize.

I’m still learning to trust myself again.

Some days are easier than others.

Some days I still replay conversations in my head, wondering if I said the wrong thing.

Some days I still catch myself apologizing for things that don’t need an apology.

But today…

Today I’m writing again.

Maybe that’s how healing begins.

One page at a time.

A note from J. Renae Sinclair

Before Emma reconnects with Josh in Unfinished Melody, she has as story she’s still trying to heal from.

This journal entry offers a glimpse into that chapter of her life.

If you’d like to discover the full story, you can begin with Unfinished Melody.

Connect with Emma on her blog to learn more about her life.

If you want to start at the very beginning, you can read her diary entries.

First Date After a Breakup | Emma’s Story

First Date After a Breakup | Emma’s Story

romantic candlelit restaurant table with wine, flowers and warm lighting, representing Emma’s first date with Trevor
A night that felt easy… even when I wasn’t sure it should.

I remember the night I met Trevor like it was yesterday.

Not because it was some life-changing, over-the-top moment…

but because of how quietly everything shifted after that.

It started with a girls’ night.

Olivia had dragged me out to Harp + Bard, insisting I needed to stop moping after my breakup with Nick.

I didn’t want to meet anyone.

I wasn’t ready.

I knew exactly where my heart still was… and it wasn’t open for anything new.

And then there he was.

Watching me.

Trevor.

He was charming in a way that didn’t feel forced.

Confident… but not arrogant.

The kind of confidence that made you feel like he already knew how things were going to play out.

I told myself it didn’t matter.

That I wasn’t interested.

That this was just another moment that would pass.

And yet… I gave him my number anyway.

Just one date.

No expectations.

That’s what I told myself.

The next night, he took me to Mamma Maria.

A place I had never been… but instantly understood the moment I walked in.

It felt warm.

Comfortable.

Intimate in a way that made everything else fade into the background.

And Trevor?

He fit into that space like he had always belonged there.

He opened doors.

He brought flowers.

He paid without hesitation.

None of it was new to me…

but something about the way he did it felt just a little more certain.

Like he wasn’t trying to impress me.

Like he already knew he didn’t have to.

The conversation came easily.

Too easily, maybe.

He asked questions that made me think…

not just about what I did, but why I did it.

And when I answered, he listened.

Really listened.

Or at least… it felt that way.

There were small moments that stuck with me.

The way he suggested what we should order—

not telling me…

just guiding me.

The way he paid attention when I mentioned music.

The way he noticed things… and didn’t always say what he was thinking about them.

And then there was the moment I said his name.

Not his.

Josh’s.

I didn’t say why it mattered.

I didn’t explain anything.

But Trevor noticed.

I could tell.

By the end of the night, everything felt… easy.

Comfortable.

The kind of easy that makes you forget all the reasons you told yourself to be careful.

But that didn’t mean the questions went away.

Was it too soon?

I had just ended something that mattered to me.

I wasn’t looking for anything new.

And yet…

there I was.

Saying yes when he asked to see me again.

He kissed me that night.

It wasn’t rushed.

It wasn’t overwhelming.

Just soft.

Intentional.

The kind of kiss that doesn’t take too much…

but still leaves you thinking about it afterward.

When I got home, Olivia called immediately—of course.

She wanted details.

She always does.

And I told her the truth.

I liked him.

But I didn’t know what it meant yet.

Because sometimes…

liking someone isn’t the complicated part.

Timing is.

And that night?

I wasn’t sure if the timing was right.

I just knew that something had started.

And I wasn’t quite ready to understand what it was.

Follow her story here: Emma’s Blog

Learn more about Trevor here: Unfinished Melody – Character Intros

Read the whole story here: Unfinished Melody – Amazon